"Of course, people above the location are already strong and cannot be considered talented." The old emperor added.

Meng Qi raised his eyebrows and his expression became solemn. In other words, Xuan Zhen, Bai Qigu and others can participate in the Qionghua banquet in a perfect half-step?

The talent ratio is better. If there is a fight later, it will be hard to defeat yourself. At most, I can only barely protect myself. Will I rely on Zhao Laowu, who is the same perfect half-step?

Let’s not talk about the boastfulness in front of the saint, and the cause and effect of the body are cut off. Zhao Laowu has not been promoted for a long time, Xuan Zhen and Bai Qigu are all strong people with great resources in the realm of martial arts. The hope of winning is probably 30% of them.

In this way, the tasks of the Six Paths seem too difficult, far exceeding the level represented by the rewards of 1,500 good merits!

Unless there are other restrictions or modes for the military fight at Qionghua Banquet?

Meng Qi was thinking, Wang Zai looked at Yan Chong, who was slowly appearing, and laughed: "What the emperor said before is to cultivate emotions and polish the soul later, so it is different from the normal talent dispute. It mainly depends on whether one has shown one's own spiritual realm in his talent. Of course, those who are good at talent will definitely have bonuses."

After all, a person who is good at piano skills is definitely better than a beginner to show it in this way.

Reducing his doubts and solemnity, Meng Qi calmed down and watched Yan Chong walk to the winding river water: "I wonder what Yan Chong has?"

He remembered that Yan Chong was born into a small sect. Even if he had an adventure, he should have never received any teachings on piano, chess, calligraphy and painting like himself.

When asked, King Zhao Yi of Jin had already sent a few tables, copper stoves, tea cups, tea cakes and other items.

"It should be a tea ceremony." Wang Zai nodded slightly.

This is OK! Meng Qi was a little surprised, and then remembered Wang Zai's words just now. The way of talent is not just piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. As for how to judge the outcome of different projects, it is naturally a matter of "reality"!

After all, I have pretended to be a master of tea ceremony... Meng Qi suddenly felt a sense of joy.

After Yan Chong gave the ceremony, he burned fire and boiled water, swung his knife and pried the tea. His behavior was flowing, and his sword was filled with his own power, and he was soothing and calming. He watched everyone's mind calm down.

When one boils two boils three boils, the white air rises, Yan Chong brews tea leisurely, and reveals a quiet and far-reaching artistic conception.

"Please taste tea." Yan Chong's voice was not slow or anxious, and he took off the tea cup in his hand and flew to the high platform.

The speed is not fast and extremely stable, like a stream of water, without any splashing of water, which shows that Yan Chong's mastery of his true energy and his own strength has reached the limit, and he has hidden the power of heaven and earth to help him.

Gao Jinzhong, the general manager of the big net, took the tea cup, conducted an inspection, and delivered it to the old emperor.

Zhao Mingyu took a sip, nodded and smiled, "Good tea, good tea ceremony!"

Wang Zai followed him and said: "Brother Yan is good at the tide of the sea, surging and surging. When brewing tea, there is the softness of the flowing water and the quietness of the flat lake under the moon, which shows his heart. Moreover, every move is soothing and orderly, and he deeply understands the samadhi of tea ceremony, and he can concentrate on orderly movement to obtain peace and peace."

"Good." Meng Qi didn't know whether to praise Yan Chong's tea ceremony as good as it was, or to praise Wang Zai for his clear explanation. In short, he gave up the idea of ​​competing with the tea ceremony and showed his own state of mind that he would definitely not lose to Yan Chong, but he could not do so perfectly in other aspects, and the right and wrong are judged immediately!

Then what should be displayed?

Sing a song? Use books to bring a knife?

While he was thinking, the scene was quite quiet. I don’t know how many people who were eager to try gave up their thoughts. Because they felt that they were being compared by Yan Chong, it would be better not to humiliate themselves, so as not to boast about the predecessor of the Holy See, and then compete in the topic of being good at it!

As for Bai Qigu, I never thought of showing my talents!

At this time, Xuan Zhen, who was beside the prince, stepped forward and wanted to pass the paper and pen, and clasped the ten-handed manners.

"The way of calligraphy..." Meng Qi played with the tea cup in front of him.

Xuan Zhen threw the white paper into the air, jumped up, and splashed ink in a place where he had nowhere to rely on.

This seems to be impetuous and boastful, but Xuanzhen's expression is focused and his eyes are quiet, and every stroke is like a lotus blooming.

Both people and paper fall slowly, like Buddha descending from heaven, without pinching the seal, compassionate and peaceful.

With his feet touching the ground, Xuan Zhen pressed his hand, and the white paper turned back, revealing the words on it:

"All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, shadows, dew and lightning, and should be viewed like this."

These twenty characters each have their own style, either vigorous, vigorous, thin, or wild. They are all rigorous in structure, vigorous and solemn, or lively and vivid, with round and roundness, without any repetition.

There are so many calligraphy styles squeezed into a piece of paper, which should be complicated and "noisy" and miscellaneous. But at a glance, they are naturally smooth and feel the light and timeless Zen meaning.

Different characters, different appearances, all appearances are not appearances, and Zen meaning appears.

"This imitation of the inscription of the "Diamond Prajna Paramita Sutra" in Banshanting of Shaolin shows the state of Buddhism of Zen Master Xuanzhen." Wang Zai seemed to have read the post and sighed in a low voice.

Meng Qi once admired the stone tablet left by the Arhat monk. Looking at this calligraphy, he felt naturally different: "Although it is a little immature, there is no big difference in Zen meaning. He experienced different appearances and realized that all appearances were not appearances to see the Tathagata..."

The two of you said one by one, which made many children from aristocratic families who could only feel the meaning of Zen but could not appreciate the origin suddenly realize it.

Wang Zai sighed: "Brother Yu originally wanted to come to the stage to meet the song of righteousness, but when he saw Zen Master Xuanzhen's post, he didn't dare to write it."

Therefore, the way of calligraphy and painting is gone again... Meng Qi implicitly "sad and angry" and dispelled the idea of ​​using books to contain swords.

"The Zen master has already obtained the true meaning of Buddhism." The old emperor praised.

He was also very cunning and did not show any bad feelings when facing Shaolin monks.

Xuan Zhen lowered the Buddha's name and slowly said, "Everyone in the world has the will of Zen, but is confused by all appearances and it is difficult to see the Tathagata. My Buddhism is not forcing sentient beings to take refuge, but I just want to explore with you the way to escape from the sea of ​​suffering and reach the other shore."

Everyone frowned slightly, was he saying that the prince’s path is not to reject dissidents?

However, the dispute between sects and aristocratic families cannot be eliminated with just a word? People from major top aristocratic families withdrew their gazes and remained silent.

Although for so many years, the sects have always wanted to mix sand in the court, there is only one such fanfare for such a big fan, so they are all on guard and take the prince out of their hearts.

To be honest, if the monk around the prince had not had a traitor who had leaked his faith in Buddhism and wanted to build a Buddhist country on earth, he would have been really confused by his previous appearance!

As for now, huh, I'm struggling to death!

After Xuan Zhenbu met the high platform where the prince was located, fewer people wanted to end up, and they all looked at the Ruan family. Ruan Twenty-one's mother looked like Jiangdong, and her Qinxin was born. She didn't come out at this time, so she could wait for the time?

Suddenly, someone laughed loudly, stepped in the air, and fell into the field. It was Cui Zhe, the "Purple Sword".

He saluted with a smile, and a purple jade flute was added in his hand. He leaned against his lips, pressed his hands, and blew a gentle and distant sound.

The sound of the flute slowly spreads, spreads in the water, spreads in the mountains and forests, with a deep and slump, lonely and misty, and the tide is like the turbulent sea tides in front of them, rising and falling waves, standing on the bow of the boat, drifting with the flow.

As I saw that the sea and the sky were all in color, without any boundaries, between the vast world, I could only be alone, radiating a boat.

The sound of the flute is getting lower and lower, the sea is silent, brewing and surging.

The artistic conception, charm and melody are all perfect, which makes many people sad.

The flow of the river seemed to slow down, the lake became quieter, the forest became quieter, and there was no more birds singing.

The lingering sound lingers in my heart, and everyone fell into this state of thought, and they didn't say anything for a while.

"The Ming Dynasty exudes a small boat, and the sound of the sound of the flute is far away..." Wang Zai sighed, "Brother Cui is better than Zen Master Xuanzhen and Brother Yan, and the artistic conception is difficult to distinguish between high and low."

He turned his head to look at Meng Qi: "Brother Yu really dare not end up being ugly."

Meng Qi was about to agree, but suddenly felt a move in his heart and smiled and said, "Since it's not just about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, I want to try it."

Wang Zai was slightly stunned: "Why are you blowing a whistle?"

Meng Qi's expression was stunned and embarrassed inside. Wasn't he kidding just now? Why should he be so serious?

Brother Wang Zai, you are so square!

After the emperor praised it, Cui Zhe returned to the table. Just as everyone was looking at Ruan Yushu, he suddenly saw someone rushing into the venue. His body was beautiful, and he was in the wind, his clothes were dancing like an immortal.

"Su Ziyuan, what are you showing?" The old emperor obviously did not expect Meng Qi to end, and was quite surprised.

The way of talent is naturally inconsistent with the names of the thunder sword, the crazy monk, the raging sword, and the crazy sword!

In the surprised eyes of everyone, Meng Qi did not speak. He picked up a piece of rotten wood by the river, sat cross-legged, straightened his palms into a knife, and cut off the outside.

Just now, he remembered the incident of the magic sword puppet, and remembered that he had seen Mr. Lu carved puppets. The tranquility and concentration contained in it are beyond the description of the pen and ink!

Carving is also a talent!

Those who learn from me live, and those who are like me die... After Meng Qi recited this sentence silently, his mind was calm and he returned to Pinghu, and his palm was pointed at the sword without rushing or sculpting.

Today, he wore a blue shirt, which was more casual than the masculine and heroic black outfit. Although he sat on the ground, he was not rude at all, but instead showed a leisurely and contentment.

Wang Zai and others didn't think anything at first. Meng Qi's sculptures were ordinary and had no artistic conception, and seemed to be purely to liven up the atmosphere.

But as Meng Qi carving deepened, they gradually felt something was wrong, and their eyes seemed to be moving with Meng Qi's hand. He was so focused and so pious that he also followed him and followed him pious.

After concentration, they can only be worried. The worries and worries in their hearts gradually fade away, their impetuousness subsides, their anxiety disappears, and their whole body and mind are devoted to the observation and carving.

This feeling is not only clear, but also half a step and the outdoor strongman, but he is not that immersed.

No one was there to speak, but the gurgling sounds and birds echoed, making it even more quiet.

The palm and sword pointing to the knife are natural, each with changes, and the pious and focused states cleanses the soul.

After a while, Meng Qi stopped. The wood carving in his palm had been completed, similar to the emperor and had a unique charm.

Everyone was quiet and peaceful, calm, and smiles appeared.

Meng Qi flew the puppet to the old emperor, without any sound of breaking through the air, as if he was enjoying the journey devoutly.

After catching the puppet and playing with it for a while, the old emperor suddenly sighed: "Concentration, tranquility, and sincerity in martial arts will definitely be rewarded."

Meng Qi bowed and returned to his seat. Wang Zai looked at him for a while and said sincerely: "Justice Yu thought he was a perfect and half-step outdoor powerhouse. One "sword" and one "sword" are all pious and attracting attention."

Meng Qi nodded and accepted Wang Zai's praise. Although he did not have the realm of Mr. Lu, he could simulate momentum, and his return to nature was of course amazing.

The only problem is that I have never learned carving, and I have not carved well enough, and I only have the charm and can barely be called freehand painting.

In the quiet of everyone, Ruan Yushu held the guqin and walked slowly down the platform.r1152
Chapter completed!